A lanky fellow, Manoj, 23 years old, introduced himself as an engineer in ‘yinpharmason technaaljee (a satirical reference to information technology peppered by a Malayalam accent) looking for other things to do’. With engineering being time filler, his real love was music. Trained in Carnatic music, he had learnt violin, but his proficiency was as a pianist and he was an aficionado of Western classical music. He was born and brought up in a South Indian town which is well known for its missionary hospital/medical college and a private engineering college. His parents were doctors in the hospital, and he had lived all his life in the hospital campus and studied in the schools managed by the Christian missionaries.